I walked among gentle virgins 

 swamped in loneliness 

I had my pick of desperation 

 and chose the ones withdrawn..

In the quiet twilight 

 i open windows into light 

And I gave all I had to give 

 was what I needed most !!

They surrounded me with open hands
 I offered them my heart
And seeing them fulfilled
 was extacy
 that substitued well for love...

But, in the end, I needed more
 than being needed gave me all
So that when I ran dry 

i can get a heart
 to save my life

Now no longer being needed 

I was left with nothing.

And, swamped with loneliness
 I merely look around
 and take my pick of desperation
And give until I'm dry
 and then until I'm lonely

Yet, they still surround me
 open mouthed 

Sometimes the needing pulls me down
 as if I'd drown 

And with my arms across my face
 I run inside myself

so that I can run away 

To be a child again.